In absence of tempest, the winds murmured secrets beneath the stars, a symphony of the veiled skies.
Electromagnetic tales drift from light-years behind,
Echoes encrypted in pulsars' silence and nebulae dreams.
Each twinkle a letter in the penumbral alphabet,
Starlit sonnets writ across the velvet black.
Navigation through the phantasmal web of our ancients, guidance by trails of astral cups.
As the ancients once drew, lines unseen binding realms together.